"Hey sunshine." Marcel smiled as he stood in front of his door. Scotty groaned rolling over facing Marcel "I don't wanna wake up." Marcel laughed, "Too bad to sad, get up, we're going out today." Curious, Scotty lifted his head, "Where?" "You'll see." Marcel smiled. He left letting Scotty get ready, lugging himself out of bed. He lazily threw a shirt on and went downstairs. Marcel smiled standing near the door "Are you ready?" Scotty nodded, he was pretty nervous. Marcel had these reassuring eyes that told him it was okay, all without saying a single word. It's amazing how calm he can be with me. They got in his car and we turned down a road he did not recognize, he had a smile on his face. I trust him enough to know that smile. He has something planned. I lean my head against my hand as Scotty looks out the window watching the world go by. It's so nice today, not a cloud in the sky, the sun shined bright. The window rolled down, the wind filled my ears and blew my hair. It's almost like the rest of the world doesn't exist. It's just Marcel, the wind, and I. A breath of fresh air, finally. Is this the end or just the start? I had a really good time with him. We pulled up to the park, my eyes lit up. He knows I love the park. Marcel smiled at me, he has such a great smile.
We walked into the park, this is my happy place. Fresh air, green grass, beautiful trees. This is the place to get away from it all. Best place to be, with the best person. He has this calm look in his eyes, just as relaxed I was. He took a deep breath and released it, he smiled at me. He spots a park bench and we sit. We talked, and talked about so much. There wasn't a concept of time to us. Especially when we are with each other.
Time goes on.
And so do we, but it moves on as we don't.
Going home was the saddest part of my day, having to leave my happy place. I guess he saw it on my face when we got home. He decided to make us dinner, he insisted on it. He was such a great cook, amazing even. At dinner he caught me off guard with a question.
"Why wouldn't you talk to me about what's bothering you?"
"What?"
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Baggage (BasicallyIDo407)
FanfictionScotty never really had loving parents, it wasn't that they were controlling, or mean they just didn't have time for their son. Which left Scotty alone most of the time, he kept things to himself and never really bothered telling people how he felt...
